Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fat Joe
Fat Joe
Performer
Punisher
Punisher
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fat Joe
Fat Joe
Composer
Punisher
Punisher
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Power from the street lights made the place dark
But, yo, they didn't care, they turned it out
Uh, you know who this is South Bronx?
Fat Joey Crack representing the realest
I got my man Big Dog Punisher in the house
The Punisher
Let these **** know
[Verse 2]
Brothers are rappin' like Iraq
And soldier actin' like they crackin' boulders
They swear they'll pack a captain
Or attack a blowfish
Always talkin' shit
Players, they'd rather bark than pitch
Are often counterfeit
Kings of New York, on Mr. Walkers dick
You make me sick to my stomach
You don't really want it
Riffin' like you sniffin' coke
To scare me, but you barely bunted
You really done it, now you got me mad
Morenos like papi's back
Makin' fakers cocky when I'm droppin' that
[Verse 3]
Droppin thought, he couldn't help it
Joe was never rappin'
He was always gettin' nude off the clock and
Fuckin' with them heavy weights
Who had shit sewn in every state
The very sight'll make the average man defecate
Living the life of stock bonds and cars, word bond
I'll be gone, I be worshiped like Nicky Barnes, it's on
You don't want no confrontation
Killer communication
Or suffer from multiple lacerations
[Verse 4]
Keep my Desert Eagle cocked back
In my tuxedo with my top hat
What you funny motherfuckers know about that?
Lookin' Doug E. Fresh in my double breast
Like a pimp, eatin' shrimp
Double bubble bathing in the jumbo jet
Check, on autopilot
Gonna fly it to Puerto Vallarta
Charter a chopper on top of the Hyatt
[Verse 5]
Business chatters over shrimp and lobster platters
At Jimmy's Cafe
A glass of Perrier
Chick go for celly, booked a room at the Holiday
Inn, so I could get her and a friend
Menage a trois, livin' the life of a star
Over weight, over paid
Pockets bustin' at the seams
While you **** havin' limousine dreams
I got you all sized up, **** wise up
Or that meat truck'll be pickin' all you guys up
[Verse 6]
Boy, you hilarious comedians
I'm at the Marriott with deviants
I reign the chariots to carry us to various
Evening events
Eating the best stuff in Jimmy's Cafe
Extorted wannabes for Ali G's
Fuck it, just gimmie half
I'll make it last with the dough I got
If not, I'll blow your spot
Big knot
Joey Crack, please load the Glock
Let these **** learn the hard way
The word to God way
The motherfuckin' murder mob way
[Verse 7]
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that
Fuck Master Flex, keepin' it realer
Hot 97, Joey Crack, Big Dog Punisher
Written by: Fat Joe, Punisher
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